“You were just coming to see me, because you wanted to?” Summer bit her lips to hide the pleased smile. “Today’s plans were just house chores anyway; I was taking the trash out earlier.” She took in a deep breath, then laughed a little, ruefully. “Mine just isn’t a very busy life, Vex. You’re more than welcome to keep me company.”
The Mesmer gave an almost nervous nod of his head at her words, shrugging as if it didn’t matter despite the fact that it did. “Alright then,” he decided with a bit of a smile, stretching where he sat as he sipped at his coffee. “‘Ope ya don’t mind I used your coffee-maker,” he told her, referring to the little machine that she’d used when they’d first met. “Was out of coffee at my place. Needed the caffeine,” he added as an explanation.
“Of course not. It’s not as though I’m going to drink the stuff.” Summer rubbed her fingers around the IV line, hating the way it felt in her arm. It made her feel vaguely nauseous, on top of the headache. Or maybe that was the headache. “You’re always welcome here, to anything of mine.”